The First Promise


From the first Promise,
All there was, was a dark Light.
Confusion created chaos,
Notions was born of Wrong and Right.
Patterns of the Elements,
Became Structures of Endless Nights.
Then a Point Flashed in Reverse,
Sending Life into Infinite Flight.

Momentum generated Order,
A perpetual force of might.
Building upon Set Boundaries,
Where Existence came to sight.
Causing Visions to develop,
Memories lost to Plight.
But suffering continue onward,
Making pain a Manifest Bright.
Now the Energy of Being,
is a battle fought without the Fight.
And the Reaction to the First Promise,
Is like wind beneath a Kite.

There is no Natural Accident in a Unkept Promise...

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